There is an obvious undercurrent of uncertainty in Kieren's tone and, for a moment, Sirius is torn between pressing on it and backing off. His instinct, as always, is to press, to goad until Kieren either laughs and not-blushes or snaps in irritation.
It wouldn't take much to make Remus snap but, as Sirius has to remind himself often, Kieren isn't Remus.
"Well, in that case," he says, shrugging out of his jacket, his eyes on Kieren as though challenging him to stay true to his word. He hangs the jacket off the back of a chair, lips twitched into a grin before he reaches back over his head to tug his shirt off next, brushing his hair from his face as he stands bare-chested in the middle of Kieren's kitchen.
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Date: 2016-03-04 01:14 am (UTC)It wouldn't take much to make Remus snap but, as Sirius has to remind himself often, Kieren isn't Remus.
"Well, in that case," he says, shrugging out of his jacket, his eyes on Kieren as though challenging him to stay true to his word. He hangs the jacket off the back of a chair, lips twitched into a grin before he reaches back over his head to tug his shirt off next, brushing his hair from his face as he stands bare-chested in the middle of Kieren's kitchen.